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Deneka Raquel Jun 2014
Sun stripped bare and left to flicker,
Till it blows out like a transfusion box,
You blew out my transfusion box,
I feel nothing.

Gather the coal,
To build your fire,
That protects you from the cold,
And bleed the universe dry
As you bleed me dry.

As you robbed me of life,
Rob the stars of their glory.
Pick every last one of them from the sky ,
Place them gently in the bowl,
Feed them to the wild dogs,
As you also did with my heart.

Sew my broken fragments,
Into the sole of your shoe,
Weave every eon of love,
I've ever harbored for you
And walk on it,
Crushing every whispered dream,
Like it meant nothing.

Breathe me in,
With your vacuum like gasps,
And **** the last breath out of me,
Till you rob me of life..

Let my essences be lost,
In you wintry kisses...
like cosmic dust
floating through the heavens
like dandelions in the wind.

Do not end there...
Do not let me off so easily,
Watch my pieces,
Rejuvenate and deteriorate,
Under your spell
Over and over again.
My love is immortal.

You ******* me..
Nerves explode like nebula,
For thinking of touching you..
Solar flares singe my fingers.
Supernovas gather at your mercy,
You are powerful.

I still want you.
And it is stupid of me..
Though our love,
Exists only in my thoughts
I paint its likeness,
On this tainted canvas.
This is what happens when you break me.
Broken beyond repair. This is Poeterapy

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